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I meant to post something sooner, but I've been struggling to find the right words for what I'm currently going through. I still don't have them, but if I wait any longer to vent, I'm gonna explode.
A couple weeks ago, my dad went on a business trip. My memory is a little fuzzy when it comes to the specifics of the trip, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he came home a week later than he was supposed to, and he was around for less than 10 minutes before suddenly leaving again; this time without saying a word. Next thing I know, I'm holding my mom in my arms because she burst into tears while trying to explain to my brother and I that he isn't coming back. Apparently he's been going through some tough times lately, and his way of dealing is by closing himself off from the rest of the world. This isn't the first time he's done something like this, though I was too young to really remember it. I'm worried about my mom, she hasn't been taking it very well. There was mention of divorce.
I am trying. I am trying really fucking hard to not hate my dad for walking out on my mom like that, because she asked me not to. But I just can't help how I feel. He made it abundantly clear to me that he is a coward who'd rather hurt those closest to him than deal with his problems or seek help. The thing is, though, I can understand why he left. I've been there before, more times than I would like; it's easy to think that you have no other choice. That doesn't make it hurt any less.
Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this, I needed to get this off my chest somehow. I don't have any friends that I can talk to about this, at least, not one that actually cares...
A couple weeks ago, my dad went on a business trip. My memory is a little fuzzy when it comes to the specifics of the trip, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he came home a week later than he was supposed to, and he was around for less than 10 minutes before suddenly leaving again; this time without saying a word. Next thing I know, I'm holding my mom in my arms because she burst into tears while trying to explain to my brother and I that he isn't coming back. Apparently he's been going through some tough times lately, and his way of dealing is by closing himself off from the rest of the world. This isn't the first time he's done something like this, though I was too young to really remember it. I'm worried about my mom, she hasn't been taking it very well. There was mention of divorce.
I am trying. I am trying really fucking hard to not hate my dad for walking out on my mom like that, because she asked me not to. But I just can't help how I feel. He made it abundantly clear to me that he is a coward who'd rather hurt those closest to him than deal with his problems or seek help. The thing is, though, I can understand why he left. I've been there before, more times than I would like; it's easy to think that you have no other choice. That doesn't make it hurt any less.
Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this, I needed to get this off my chest somehow. I don't have any friends that I can talk to about this, at least, not one that actually cares...